Grateful To Be Alive Poem, by hotidris, at My poetic side

The martial arts Muslim has walked to a convenience store at a gas station and sees something bad;

At the gas station, an evil juvenile is pointing his gun at an old lady who's lying on the ground and that makes the martial arts Muslim mad.

The old lady is black;

The martial arts Muslim sneaks up on the crook, which is a fact.

The martial arts Muslim takes out his two wooden darts and throws them into the back shoulders of the evil guy;

The bastard drops his gun when he's injured and that's no lie.

The martial arts Muslim runs towards the creep;

He applies a nerve pinch on the evil boy, which is deep.

The martial arts Muslim grabs the unconscious asshole and lies him on the ground, which is true;

He tells the old lady that she's safe and here are other things that the martial arts Muslim would do.

The martial arts Muslim helps the old lady up, which is a wonderful sight.

The old lady thanks the martial arts Muslim for rescuing her, which is polite.

The martial arts Muslim calls the police, which is cool;

The police arrive and arrest the evil fool.

The martial arts Muslim enters the convenience store at the gas station, which is okay;

The old lady is grateful to be alive and that's all I have to say.

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